My sister is six years older than I am. I mocked her when she was about to turn thirty, because she was so deathly afraid of that number. I thought it was no big deal - outsider's perspective, obviously. I figured you werent really "old" until you were at least forty. In retaliation, she taunted, "you just wait - everything goes downhill after 25." Well I was 24 at the time, and still feeling quite good, so I thought nothing of it. But here we are, just a few years later, AND SHE WAS RIGHT, ARGH